Pin your name upon my sweater
And walk with me to the launderette
We'll watch my socks play tag together
Hear the bu*tons sing, see the moon's ascent
I'll say your hair has grown much longer
But I think that you should keep it that way
Oh it's so fine here in September
When the river's red, and the sky's dove grey...
Two dollar psychic around my corner
I'll say 'Did you see me coming?'
But I guess she's heard that one before
And in her deck, there lives a viper
And a prince with lions and unshared troubles at his door
Well, I know d**h, it's a foreign country
It left me breathless, it left me rich and made me poor
And I have made myself an island -
But I don't mind if you come ashore
And here is my letter, like I promised from New York